Intro log: Welcome to The Resort!

[foundationmods]

INTRO LOG

Before you even open your eyes, you can tell something is not right. It's cold. Not quite unbearably so, but cold enough that you can take notice of it. And as soon as you open your eyes, you will be able to see why it's so cold: you're in the middle of a snowy forest, with only a single two-lane road cutting through the thick trees.

Unfortunately, you seem to be without transportation. Fortunately, you are wearing warm clothes and snow gear, so freezing isn't an immediate problem. But without transportation, you're in for a long walk ahead of you.

There are others around as well. Other people, just as lost and confused as you are. Everyone seems to be lacking any memory that might explain why everyone is here. As far as anyone knows, all of you were just ripped out of your previous lives and dumped here on this snowy road, wearing snow gear and having any items that are important to you already on hand. And for some of you, you even have a new power, one that you somehow instantly know how to use...

Two ways to go: forward and back. Despite having no indication of which way is the 'right' way, you feel drawn towards one direction in particular. Going 'back' is possible, but you get the feeling that you will be even more lost if you try. And given that you have no food or water on you, it's best to keep moving forward.

So, are you ready to walk? Because you have a long road ahead of you.



((Welcome to The Resort! Your characters will have any objects or animals with them that they should have given their canon point, but are dressed in cold weather clothing.

This prompt is just the first part of the intro log. New top-levels will go up over the course of the weekend as everyone progresses from 'where the hell am I?' to the resort proper, and to getting settled in. For now, just start with this prompt. We'll link further updates here for easy access.))

Comments

[swordhandled]

Of course, a name grants those beholden of it with a soul! It is why all my weapons have names of their very own. [ his hands rest on the hilts of both swords hanging on his waist ]

But, if I may ask, why aren't you too fond of your name

[dereban]

I... see.

[ No, she absolutely does not, but she can pretend? But when he asks about her name, there's a bit of slight discomfort that flickers in and out like it's nothing, rubbing the nape of her neck sheepishly. ]

It just doesn't suit me? My first name, anyway.

[swordhandled]

[ he gives her a small nod. he won't pry more, seeing that she's a little uncomfortable, but he can't help but try and give her some more advice ]

Well, if it doesn't suit you, then you should go by whatever does!

[dereban]

I usually go by my last name, generally? "Inaba". Since I don't really mind that.